Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.